Magic in Our Hearts by Jeanne Mccann Page B

Taylor responded, her body relaxing as she listened to the woman.
    Oh, honey, you two are so together, you just don’t know it yet! Aloud she asked, “How’s she doing?”
    The genuine concern made Taylor smile and answer her civilly. “Better, she’s doing a lot better.”
    “Good, she’s a good woman. I wish her nothing but happiness. If she needs anything, please call me. I would do anything for Brett. Here’s my number.” Rachel handed her a piece of paper after scrawling her telephone number on it.
    Taylor slid it into her pocket. 
    “Thank you, Rachel.”
    “Here have a seat. She should be done with her shampoo in a couple of minutes.”
    “Rachel thanks again.” Taylor’s anger melted away as she recognized deep concern in the woman’s manner.
    “You’re welcome.” Rachel went back to the reception desk, a big grin on her face. She really did consider Brett a friend and wanted more than anything for her to find happiness. She had been so lost for many years, never quite finding what she was looking for. Rachel was willing to bet a week’s pay that she would find it with the stunning woman who was with her today.
    The stylist, Marc, grinned at Brett and laughed as she sat down in his chair.
    “Marc, I don’t want it too short, just a little off the sides and top.”
    “Shut up, Brett. I’ve been cutting your hair for almost ten years. I know how you want it. By the way, you look like hell, girl.”
    “Thanks a lot.”
    “Well, your hair looks terrible, but we can fix it. How are you? I haven’t seen you in town for ages.”
    “Good, I’m doing fine.”
    “Who is that stunning woman watching you like a hawk? Her hair is amazing. Does she color it?”
    “That’s Taylor Aronson, and her hair is natural.”
    “ The Taylor?” Marc whispered as he began to trim Brett’s hair.
    “Yes.”
    “Oh, my, now I see what you mean. Those eyes could make a person melt. So are the two of you back together?” Brett had commiserated with her hairstylist when she and Taylor had broken up. He was someone she had always been able to talk to without reservation. They had known each other for years and shared many secrets with each other.
    “No. She’s here to help me with my physical therapy. My mother hired her.”
    “Oh, honey, she’s not here to help you recover. Those eyes are only on you. She’s watching your every move. And I thought Rachel was going to burst into flames at the looks Taylor gave her. No, honey, she wants you.” Marc whispered as he flitted around Brett’s head with his scissors.
    “Do you think so?” Brett perked up and glanced Taylor’s way. She was watching Marc cut Brett’s hair, her eyes locked on the two of them.
    “Oh, honey, I know so.”
    “I don’t think so, Marc.” Brett snuck another look her way. “She doesn’t trust me. Besides, look at me. I’m a broken down ex-skier.” 
    “Honey, you’re a beautiful woman with a heart of gold. Court her.”
    “What do you mean court her?”
    “If you really want to win Taylor’s heart, you need to do everything in your power to prove to her that you’re committed to her and worth being with. That means you need to believe in yourself. Where is the Brett I know and love, who can do anything she puts her mind to?” Marc spoke quietly as he trimmed Brett’s front bangs.
    “Do you think I have a chance?” Brett sighed, her heart full of emotion.
    “Oh yeah, honey, a good chance. Now, what did you do when you first met Taylor? Date her.”
    “What if she doesn’t want to date me?”
    “What if she does? And, I didn’t say to tell her about it. Just do it.” The flam-boyant hairstylist flapped his hands in exasperation.
    Brett remained silent, absorbing what Marc said. Maybe she could court Taylor. She thought long and hard about it, as Marc continued snipping away.
    “Voila! Aren’t you a stunning butch?” Marc announced, whipping the apron off Brett.
    Brett looked in the mirror and was surprised to